Chords for French Montana - Whiskey Eyes (Official Video) ft. Chinx

[Cm] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _
_ [G] _ I'm a motherfucking [C] coke boy.
One, [Abm] two, three.
[Ab] I'm a motherfucking coke boy.
[F] _ _ _
[Eb] _ You're [Gm] out of hand [Cm] with those risky [Gm] eyes.
[Eb] You're a [Gm] _ _ [Cm] _
_ _ [Bb] _ [Eb] _ _ _ [Cm] fool.
_ _ _ [Bb] _ [Eb] _ _ [Gm] There's nothing I [Cm] can't do.
Yeah, [Bb] Montana.
[Cm] _ [D] Hit the game, put the [Gm] wave in it.
Gon' [Fm] tap your [Cm] veins, put the needle in it.
[Gm] I'll snatch you by your head like an eagle did it.
[Cm] Shoot out with the police like a seagull did it.
Middle of the streets like [Bb] the Beatles did it.
Can't be in it when you leave or [Cm] they leave you in it.
[Gm] Everything that's gold ain't what it glitter.
I [Cm] seen killers fold, fold, turn to killers.
Had your money right, won a law card.
I seen my favorite rappers turn to corn balls.
The [D] best thing I did was let that [Dm] pain hurt my [Eb] feelings.
Turn the pain into music, [Cm] turn the music into millions, huh?
God jerked my first deal [Bb] and asked why I'm sucking dick.
Once I made my first mil, [Gm] told him fuck a brick.
Brick, brick, five brick, tell us empire.
[Cm] Lick by lick, going to sleep, why?
Had to learn taxes, help you relax.
You don't own your math, your classes [Gm] turn to ashes.
Go ahead to the round table, count it all up.
[Cm] Brown bag, count it all up.
Call them bad bitches, round them all [Bb] up.
Count it first, count it all [Cm] up.
[Gm] Millionaires, hit them all up.
International [Ab] superstar, [Cm] you know.
Ain't got to [Gm] be you, [Cm]
where you at?
Where you at?
[Dm] _ [Eb] You're a one time [Gm] thing, _
[Cm] I'm a rare one.
[Bb] I've been out [Eb] for _ _ _ [Cm] eight _ [Gm] _ [Eb] days now.
[Gm] There's nothing I [Cm] can't do.
_ _ They said killing was success, toe [Bb] tag, yeah.
Name a [Eb] Hollywood bitch, I ain't rag, yeah.
[Gm] I promise, that pressure turn to diamonds.
The karma turn [Cm] to commas.
If that block torch your eye to eye,
see your dreams in the box.
Young and stern and pop, trips out the cop.
D.D. with a model, [Gm] that's Tammy from Miami.
Put her face on [Cm] the white, black soul.
Come and get a close up.
I'm on the post like a power port.
From the hoodies to the time port.
Big up for the sticker.
They [Gm] wanted me to hiccup.
I [Cm] copped the best over sticker.
About to come and take your chick up.
Gladiator theme music with casino suits.
[Bb] Godfather trilogy, and Apple Chino [Gm] shoes.
This that Benny Blanco before he killed Carlito.
[Cm] This that Larry Davis before he caught the Rico.
Them Bronx streets, Teflon fleece.
In the jungle while you're holding hands at Palm Beach.
We was climbing [Gm] fences.
We was playing bench.
One [Cm] time for my bitch.
They climbed the trenches.
European boots, European suits.
African [Gm] diamonds, my nigga shine.
My nigga chink sun became my own son.
The [Eb] block where I'm from, it needs your [Cm] own gun.
Devil help me up, figuring that I convert [Bb] to God.
Took my ground [F] from the pavement and aimed it at the [Gm] stars.
Swag tripping by the leader, four ounce of perc.
The game made [Cm] for the weak, [Bb] gon' play the [Cm] church.
Off the Mary Jane, Bill Silk, thick [Bb] smoke coffee.
Riding on these suckers, that a pose.
[Gm] Ballin', took the whistle from the ref, and made my own call.
From the pens, got [Cm] my homie on the phone call.
No work, money goes under the mattress over.
[Bb] Hands clean, got some youngins that are [Gm] back and forth.
Reli skating, budget conflict, diamonds over.
Made my [Bb] vows to the game, boy that's [Cm] matrimony. _ _ _ _
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